The Widowed Writer

Sadness is
The bitterness in her bones
The dark embers
Glowering in her soul
 
The darkness
In her empty eyes
The merciless pit
Burrowing inside
 
It is the fake laugh
And that fake smile
The eternal prison
Her handpicked trial
 
It is the weight
That holds her back
It is the veil
That drapes her in black
 
It is the burden
That cannot be shared
The secret hurts
Of which nobody cares
 
It is the backdrop
To her life
It is the reason
Why she writes



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